Scare Myself Poem by John Shea

I am afraid.Of what I don, t know
Perhaps of my life with its ebb and its flow

Some days i, m up
And others I, m down

lonely and cold
But other days bold

Should I open my mouth
Or just travel south

Should I endure the cold of winters blast
Or enjoy a blast from the past.

Snowboard a bit with my cane
What a trip

Hang out in the ice
With a chick really nice

How bout a toupee to make me look spiffy
That sounds really nifty

Instead I, ll stay here and freeze like an elf
Cause sometimes I just scare myself.